يـَا قَـْلـبُ مَـالَـكَ تَسْتَكِينُ لِمَفزَعِ؟
أَمِنَ الصَّبَابَةِ أَمْ سَخِينِ الأَدْمُعِ؟!
O my heart, why do you seek refuge in fright?
Is it from youth or from tearful sorrow?!
مَـا نَالَ صَـبٌّ مِـنْ شَقَائِهِ فُسْحَـةً
حَتَّى غَشَى فيِ عَــثْـرةٍ وَتَـصَـدُّعِ
No young man gained respite from his misery
Until he fell into stumbling and cracking.
أَخَفَتْ صَهِيلَ الحُزْنِ فِي هَذَا الحَشَا
كَمْ رَقَّ بِالخَيْلِ الأَصِيلُ المَنْبَعِ
The neighing of sorrow in this enclosure faded;
How many noble horses have snapped from the spring!
وَإِذَا جَفَاكَ حَـبِيــبُ نَفْسِكَ مَــرَّةً
فَارْفَقْ بِهِ وَدَعِ الهَوَادَةَ تَشْفَعِ
And if your beloved turns away from you once,
Then be gentle with him and let intimacy intercede.
عَبـَثٌ عَـلَى عَبـَثٍ رَجَـائِـيَ فِطْنَـةٌ
مِنْ مُدْنَفٍ بِيَدِ الهَوَى مُتَوَلِّعِ
My hopes were nonsense upon nonsense, a perception
From one hostile under the influence of passion.
هَلْ لِي سَبِيلٌ مِنْ سُوَيْعَاتِ الهَوَى
أَزِفَ الرَّحِيلُ وَمَا ظَفِرْتُ بمَطْمَعِي
Is there a way for me out of the districts of passion?
Departure has drawn near and I have not attained my goal.
هَلْ يَسْتَوِي قَلْبُ السَّقِيمِ مِنَ النَّوَى
بِفُؤَادِ خِلٍّ فِي اللِّقَا مُتَرَبِّعِ
Can the heart of one sick from intimacy
Be equal to the heart of a friend sitting comfortably?
مِنْ ظَامِئٍ أَفْرَى مُحَيَّاهُ الظَّمَا
أَوْ جَائِعٍ لِلِقَاكَ أَنَّى يَكْرَعِ
A thirsty one whose life the thirst has uncovered
Or a hungry one, how can he be sated by meeting you?
نَمْ فِي فُؤَادٍ ضَجَّ مِنْ ظُلَمِ الهَوَى
مُتَمَزِّقٍ بِيَدِ القَضَا مُتَقَطِّعِ
Sleep in a heart noisy from the injustice of passion,
Shattered by the hand of fate, ripped apart.
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2/6/2020